we run because we want to be chased.

it's not like we spent anytime gazing up at the stars or anything like that but it is better than i imagined it to be. it's always the little things that count and i wish i could count every little thing and put them in a glass bottle, recounting it whenever i wish to. but these things come and go too quickly, i can never quite grasp them. and i wish that tonight will just come to a stop and then there won't be anymore hopes and dashing of hopes. there won't be no tomorrow and all that there will be is tonight.